Today marks my oldest child, David's, birthday. Today marks the day 13 years ago, I became a mother. He is who taught me how much love I was capable of feeling. He is the one who made me a mother and started me on this crazy journey into motherhood. It is crazy how one tiny human being can change you in so many ways and so deeply. And it's not just any birthday although every birthday is a special one but he is thirTEEN. Yes a teen. Like really?
David is the one we got to experience all the firsts with. He was first born so every milestone was extra new and exciting, new uncharted territory. Including this one. I never thought he would be a teen, I mean logically yes I knew it would happen, but you never picture that little infant or toddler to ever be a teenager.
David is definitely showing signs of being a teen. The boy who once just adored his parents is now suddenly embarrassed by us. He refuses to go anywhere with us that there is a slight chance he could see his friends. But there is one day he will still hang out with his Mom. His birthday! A few years ago we decided to have the kids pick one thing they'd want. This was years of school parties, friend parties, family parties, big gifts, little gifts and special days and that was all for one birthday for one child. Now they can choose, do they want that big party? Do they want that extra special gift? Do they want a day with us all to themselves. They still get presents but it just let's them focus on one big thing that would make their birthday perfect for them. And so for the last few years David has picked a special day with me. Yup me, his old embarrassing mother. We do lunch and a movie then we go to the Lego store and he picks out something. Little does he know this has been a gift for me as well. It's uninterrupted time between us. No TV, no little sisters, no distractions... just us. And so today continues our annual birthday mother son date. This year he wants to do breakfast and lunch as well as a movie. We will still go pick out a present but he has outgrown the Lego store. As long as he never outgrows his mother then I'm good.
Check out pictures from our mother son birthday date last year as well as my favorite pictures of Da vid on my instagram page @happilymothering.
David is the one we got to experience all the firsts with. He was first born so every milestone was extra new and exciting, new uncharted territory. Including this one. I never thought he would be a teen, I mean logically yes I knew it would happen, but you never picture that little infant or toddler to ever be a teenager.
David is definitely showing signs of being a teen. The boy who once just adored his parents is now suddenly embarrassed by us. He refuses to go anywhere with us that there is a slight chance he could see his friends. But there is one day he will still hang out with his Mom. His birthday! A few years ago we decided to have the kids pick one thing they'd want. This was years of school parties, friend parties, family parties, big gifts, little gifts and special days and that was all for one birthday for one child. Now they can choose, do they want that big party? Do they want that extra special gift? Do they want a day with us all to themselves. They still get presents but it just let's them focus on one big thing that would make their birthday perfect for them. And so for the last few years David has picked a special day with me. Yup me, his old embarrassing mother. We do lunch and a movie then we go to the Lego store and he picks out something. Little does he know this has been a gift for me as well. It's uninterrupted time between us. No TV, no little sisters, no distractions... just us. And so today continues our annual birthday mother son date. This year he wants to do breakfast and lunch as well as a movie. We will still go pick out a present but he has outgrown the Lego store. As long as he never outgrows his mother then I'm good.
Check out pictures from our mother son birthday date last year as well as my favorite pictures of Da vid on my instagram page @happilymothering.
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